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leurs beaux cheveux
elle pourrait l'avoir su en ressort premier
truely
mon amour vrai de son oreiller a monté
quelque part j'ai lu un conte étrange, vieux, rouillé
il est allé
elle a entendu les enfants jouer au soleil
ŕ minuit
simplement parlant
chčre épouse
sous un arbre de propagation de châtaigne
l'air est plein de l'aube et du ressort

 



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